In more than a year, everyone had already learned how to march under the cover of night. For a normal nocturnal march, they would need to maintain formation and verify headcount at all times, but now there were so few people that they didn't even need to count. The company commander walked ahead holding a flashlight, with the soldiers behind him supporting their wounded comrades.
Qin Mian felt something slippery on his hands; the comrade he was supporting was trembling violently, yet remained silent. The team of a dozen soldiers advanced in alternating cover, apart from their breathing and footsteps, there was no noise at all.
All equipment had been wrapped with tape before the war started, and the backpacks and gear were firmly secured.
